The reality of receiving a caning.

What is the reality of receiving a caning?

In my domestic discipline situation, I accept that if I “mess up” I’m going to get punished and that means, probably, that my “dad” will spank my bare bottom.  This is not something dad or me enjoys, but we both recognize that it is necessary for the harmonious operation of our home.  However, for particularly bad behavior, I can expect to receive the cane.  The cane is used in our household as the ultimate deterrent and mark of sanction.

 Although I do not merit a caning all that often, I certainly have been caned in the past and probably will be in the future again.  Both dad and me take a caning very seriously.  For me, the seriousness is registered by how much it hurts.  I really hate the feel of that cane across my bare bottom!  Dad is also aware how much the cane hurts and realizes that it will have a profound affect on me and that he must be judicious and calm in its use.

The decision to use the cane is dad’s alone.  However, once the decision is made, there is no going back. All spankings are serious affairs in our house and I am always left in no doubt of dad’s displeasure, but canings have a whole different level of formality.

I am always formally told of the upcoming caning.  Dad’s demeanor is always calm but firm.  There is no yelling or anger.

“Spencer, your behavior has been totally unacceptable and you leave no alternative than to punish you severely.  I have decided to give you the cane.”

This announcement, although calmly spoken, sends a chill down my spine and an anticipatory

tingle to my bottom.  I am aware that even though dad is calm and controlled, he will carefully strike my bottom with the cane to ensure it really hurts.

“At 5PM exactly you will report to my bedroom and bring the cane with you and I will duly punish you as you deserve.”

This is typical of a caning punishment.  Whereas a spanking is often delivered right on the spot, my canings are given at a prescribed time and place.  This extra element of anticipation certainly adds to the perception of seriousness. I’m going to spend a few very uncomfortable hours knowing that I’m certainly going to have a miserable time at 5PM.

At the appointed time I show up where I have been told and I have the cane with me.  I’ve talked about the idea of fetching the tool to be used on you in a previous post, and the idea of actually bringing dad the cane is definitely a part of the whole ritual.

Dad will immediately take the cane from me, it looks so menacing once it is in his hand.  This is certainly a very solemn occasion.  I am told to take my trousers and underpants off.  With that done we are ready to begin – dad has the cane in hand and I have a bare bottom.

From here the ritual never varies.  Dad will make a formal statement.

“Spencer, you behaved very badly and it is now my duty to punish you.  I will be giving you 6 strokes with the cane across your bare backside.  When I tell you, you will bend over the back of that chair and place your hands on the seat.  You will not remove your hands or move at all until I tell you.  Do you have any questions?”

I do not.  At this point I just want to get it over with.

“Very well.  Bend over!”

I do it.  This is very bad time for me.  I’m bending over, my bare bottom positioned in an ideal way for dad to administer the cane.  I sincerely regret my behavior, but there’s nothing to be done about it at this point.

I feel a gentle tap across my bottom.  I know it is dad finding his range.

“I will now cane you.  Remain still until I tell you to move.  I sincerely hope that this will teach you a lesson!”

Next I sense dad drawing his arm back.  There is swishing sound and then a loud “thwack!”  I don’t know how many of you have been hit with a cane, but the sensation is unique.  At first the pain is slight, but then within a second there is a fearsome burning where the cane landed on your bottom.  I am told it’s a matter of the cane stroke compressing the nerves on you bottom and the fearsome sting occurs as they bounce back into place.

No matter how many times I’ve been caned, that first stroke always takes my breath away.  I never quite remember how much it hurts!  But with one line of fire across my bottom, I have little time to breath before dad adds a second one.  Dad doesn’t rush, but he doesn’t dawdle either.  I get the strokes evenly spaced at about 10 seconds apart.  Each is exactly the same strength, no matter what my reaction – dad is just doing his job.

By the sixth stroke my bottom is on fire and I’m breathing heavily.  There are definitely tears in my eyes.  Dad gives me a moment to compose myself and then tells me to stand and face him.  There is compassion in his eyes as I do.  Dad does not enjoy caning me, but does it from a sense of duty.

“Very well Spencer.  The punishment is over and I believe you have something to say to me.”

“I’m very sorry dad, it won’t happen again.”

“In that case, since I have caned you, I will accept your apology and the matter is closed.  You will stand in the corner and reflect on your behavior and the punishment it earned you.”

Cornertime is something I have to do after all spankings.  My bottom, of course, stays bare as one purpose of cornertime is to display me as a naughty boy with a red bottom.  But after a caning, I am actually somewhat relieved to do my cornertime.  It indeed does give me time to reflect and compose myself while the worst of the sting on my bottom subsides a little.  A caning is disturbing both physically and mentally, and some quiet time by myself is actually helpful.

When he thinks I’ve been in the corner long enough, dad will instruct me.

“OK Spencer, you may get dressed now and return the cane.  I hope I won’t need to cane you again, but be assured that if I have any further trouble with you, we’ll be right back here with you bending over the chair!  Now run along!”

And that’s it!  I return the cane to its place in the closet.  The caning itself does not take very long, but I’ll have the unpleasant reminder of it for some time, especially when I sit down!